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# . ݁₊ ⊹When you transferred to Shiratorizawa during your second year you didn't expect to have a full blown crash out in the first week. As a new student, there were many things you needed to take care of— bringing documents back and forth from the secretary's office to the medic to the PE teacher. Just as you were entering the gym to drop off the last papers, the file tucked between your chest and the cup of iced coffee in your hand, scrolling on your phone, a volley ball came crashing against you. You froze, looking down at the coffee spilled over uniform and documents before looking up to see a guy jogging towards you. "Sorry, miss–" he began but you quickly cut him off, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Dude what's wrong with you? Can't you aim?" you huffed angrily, cringing at the feeling of the wet shirt clinging to your skin. "I was literally on the side of the court didn't you see me there?"

And so you went off at the massive guy in front of the whole volleyball team until you eventually stormed out of the gym, your face flushed from anger. Unbeknownst to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima was hooked. Staring aimlessly at your shrinking figure, anxiously grasping the volley ball in his hands, Ushijima tried to make sense of the strange flutter in his chest. And from that day on he followed you around like a puppy, his sharp gaze finding you in the cafeteria during every break. Despite his friends' taunts and comments about how whipped he was for the new mean girl in school he always came to sit by your side, bringing you a little treat— a soda, milk bread or whatever cake the cafeteria was selling that day. You thought it odd at first but figured he wanted to make up for the unfortunate accident on the day you met so you let him stay.

And Ushijima stays, silently at first, looking over your frame with that stoic expression of his, his eyes following your manicured nails tapping relentlessly at your phone. "Do you have something to say or what?" you snap after a few days of this behaviour, looking him over and Ushijima feels dizzy from how pretty you look with your brows pinched together and that angry little pout on your face. "I was wondering if you don't like the fruit cake. You haven't touched it."

You roll your eyes, pushing the cake towards him. "I don't eat kiwi, it's gross." Ushijima nods, staring blankly at the tart as he rubs his hands together. "They don't have anything else today." he begins and before you can spit another biting comment he speaks up again. "Maybe we could grab something else after class? If you want."

The captain's words make you pause for a second, his earnest look softening your anger. You finally notice how nervous he seems, fidgeting under the small table in the cafeteria while waiting for an answer. Then it occurs to you that maybe you are too bitchy to him— after all, why hold a grudge against some guy who you just met? One who was handsome, polite and bought you sweets too. So instead of throwing another scathing remark at him you nod. "Alright. But only if there's no tart."

Ushijima visibly relaxes at your approval, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "Yea, no tart. Got it."

Yea, his friends were right. He was totally whipped.

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# . ݁₊ ⊹ Being a little more than friends but not quite a couple with Iwaizumi where he treats you like a princess— always paying for you when you join him and his teammates for a sweet treat after practice, helping you out with whatever subjects you struggled with, keeping unwanted guys (Oikawa) away and walking you home every day after school. He's level-headed, respectful, funny and so painfully handsome you have a hard time understanding how none of the girls in your class were interested in him. But hey, that only means he has more time to spend with you, right? Like best buddies should. You two swear you're just friends— that when you hold hands it's just to keep each other warm, that the lingering looks and blushes are accidental, that when Oikawa jokes about asking you out and Iwaizumi slips his hand around your waist, pulling you closer and fitting you perfectly against his frame is not because he feels jealous and territorial. You're still just friends when his team loses their final match against Karasuno and he seeks comfort in your embrace, letting you wipe his tears and kiss his troubles away in an empty locker in the gymnazium. Your mouth is so soft and warm against his he immediately forgets about the defeat and his brain is mush. And you're still friends while he's away for college and you video call almost every night to talk about whatever happened during your day. Around this time, Iwaizumi finally realizes that maybe you should be more than friends. He wants to tell you he misses your voice and your smile and the way you make him feel so fuzzy on the inside but he can't, because you deserve better than an online confession. So when he returns to Japan and you're waiting for him at the airport he finally confesses his feelings and you agree to date him in a heartbeat. And of course, it doesn't come as a surprise to anyone in the old friend group when you announce your engagement just a year later— showcasing a pretty, glowy ring on your socials because they always knew that you and Iwaizumi have never been just friends.

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✧˚ ༘ Falling asleep next to him ft. Tsukishima Kei

⇢fluff, alcohol consumption (reader is tipsy), written this with post-timeskip Tsukki in mind, your honor they're idiots in love, they want each other bad. anyway, self indulgent short drabble

Tsukishima thinks his heart is going to explode from how close you are to him. The room is silent and you're haf-asleep in his bed, wearing his t-shirt, smelling of his shower products and he almost doesn't mind the sweet, lingering trace of alcohol on your breath.

When you invited him and Yamaguchi to a party that night to celebrate the end of exam season he initially wanted to refuse, but the thought of you going only with his friend, getting hit on by random guys at the club didn't sit right with him. So he tagged along and watched you dance and chat up whoever was willing to spare you the time of day. To say he was irritated would be an understatement but Tsukishima knew better than to comment on your behavior; he knew how easily you sulked and pouted until you got your way. And you always ended up getting your way with him– he liked you that much, though he never found the words to tell you. He had to basically drag you home that night, helping you take off your makeup while you sat on the edge of the bathtub, complaining about your headache. It was Yamaguchi's idea to let you stay the night at their flat considering the state you were in. Tsukishima wanted to point out that you weren't in fact that drunk, just tipsy, but he held his tongue. He couldn't waste an opportunity to keep you by his side just for a little longer. So after you showered and joined him in bed, he was finally faced with the reality of it all.

You're here, pressed up against him, your nose nudging against his jaw as you shift around, trying to find a more comfortable position. He feels warm, too warm, his palms sweaty as he adjusts, rolling on his side to give you more space. His hand comes up to your waist to prevent you from completely rolling over him and the little breathy hum you let out at the touch is a low blow. Tsukishima has always been analytical, trying to make sense of the world through logic and his sharp mind almost never failed him. But what can he do when his brain is basically mush, heart thumping so fast he's afraid you'll hear it if you lay your head on his chest? He tells himself to go to sleep, just close his eyes, take a deep breath and calm down but he can't— not when you're so close and fit so well against him.

And then you speak, a breathy, barely audible whisper of his name and his resolve crumbles. "Yea?" he says back, pressing his forehead against yours, thumb rubbing circles on your hip.

"d'you have some water? My throat feels dry."

He nods as you cough, slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen to bring you a glass of water. By the time he returns you're already propped on your arm and he can see you blinking slowly in the soft moonlight.

"Here you go. Drink up." he mumbles, fingers brushing against yours when you take the glass and bring it to your lips, emptying it in a few greedy gulps. "Jesus... slow down, it's all yours." You give him a glare and set the glass down as he joins you under the blanket again.

"I was thirsty ok? Plus my head hurts so bad. Can't you give me some paracetamol?"

"Not when you've still got alcohol in your system, dummy. I'll give you one in the morning." he huffs, slipping his hands into your hair to massage your scalp before you get to complain more.

Kei's thumbs rub against your temples, soothing the dull ache and you finally relax, your protests melting on your tongue as you close your eyes again. "There, better?" he whispers and you nod, cuddling up against his chest. "Yea, thanks Tsukki. You're a saviour."

"A saviour, really?" he teases and you chuckle.

"You know what I mean."

And Tsukishima knows– at least he hopes he does. Hopes that behind that little sleepy smile and content expression of yours lays a feeling akin to his. But he pushes down those thoughts, leaving them for tomorrow because he's finally starting to fall asleep and as his breath settles and his eyes flutter shut, Tsukishima promises himself that one day he'll get you to sleep by his side every night.

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# . ݁₊ ⊹When you started dating Kageyama during your second year of highschool, you didn't think your relationship would last long. It was casual at best, going out for ice cream after his practice, studying together or watching a movie at his place, but you never felt that burning, all consuming love girls your age talked about all the time. Though he was a good boyfriend, always caring, patient and gentle, you couldn't help but feel like something was missing— he never really put as much passion and interest into the relationship as he did with volleyball and it showed. That's why you were so surprised when one day, a year after you two got together, Kageyama's composure crumbled.

It was a silly thing, really. You tagged along during one of his hangouts with his friends; some former guys from the volleyball club who finished highschool a year prior and one of them joking flirted with you. That's what got you in Kageyama's bed, his fingers knuckle deep inside you and his thumb pressed on your clit. He was angry, you could tell, his eyes narrowed as he peered down at your flushed face. "Idiots... I swear" he huffed, his fingers curling up, pressing against that spot that made you see stars and oh how you loved it.

"To-o-bio— 'm sorry." you coo, clinging onto his sweater, utterly overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure he was giving you. You knew your boyfriend was good with his hands. It was a given considering his position as a setter, but you never imagined he could make you feel this good. It's not like he ever touched you before anyway so this sensation was all so new, the tight circles he drew on your messy clit leaving you breathless.

"It's not your fault, dummy. They're just idiots. That's why I didn't want you there in the first place."

His words were raw, honest and you could tell he was genuinely upset by this whole ordeal. You wanted to soothe him, to reassure him that it was all a silly joke yet your words died on your tongue when his fingers sped up, a choked moan spilling from your lips. Kageyama's eyes were locked on you— your plush lips, raw from his kisses falling open, eyes rolling back as you grabbed at his wrist and he knew you were close.

"I just don't want them to think they have a chance, pretty. You're mine, right?" he asks, sounding way too calm and you nod, grinding your hips against his hand. "Y-yea yours. Love you Tobio."

His mouth pressing against yours is the last drop and you cum, hard, teeth sinking in his bottom lip, drawing out a deep moan. His hand felt wet and sticky, your mingled breaths clammy as he rested his forehead against yours. Kageyama slowly dragged his fingers out of you, resting his hand on your thigh, giving it a small squeeze. It was hot how breathless you were, how pretty your eyes glimmered when you looked up at him— like he was your world. You never looked at him quite like that before and Kageyama wished he didn't waste a year to do this, to show you how much he actually cared. No, he was ready to kiss his nonchalant, laid back attitude goodbye if it meant he could get you this loving and happy all the time. So he sighed, pressing a wet kiss to your lips before finally rolling next to you.

"Love you too, pretty."

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